Colour left Cece's face, while Lakir cackled in the background after realising the situation.
He was betrayed.
His sworn sister betrayed him and fled away with his thirty gold coins.
Thirty gold coins, the thirty gold coins which he had painstakingly saved by writting day and night.
Even when his father warned him not to. Even though he fought day and night with sadness.
He had kept writting in hiding, under the dim lantern. He would write day and night to provide better for his family of two.
Though he had earned quite a lot, he could not keep the money with him. As, if his father got to know how he had earned it, he would not forgive him.
For as long as he knew. His father hated anything related to literature and scholars.
He also encouraged him more to hold a sword than to hold a pen.
Maybe, if he had listened to his father, he would have been able to protect himself from the bandits attack.
Then, maybe he no longer would have that devil's spawn beside him.
And maybe he wouldn't have to deal with this betrayal.
As, the only reason he left most of his money with Lux was for the purpose to keep his father unsafe of his shenanigans.
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Cece sat at the chair without moving even a bit for quite sometime.
Then, abruptly he jumped up.
Now burning with determination, he turned to look at Rose who had been continuously patting his back to console him for quite sometime and spoke with confidence.
"Auntie Rose!"
"Yes, hon!" Rose replied with an awkward smile, her hand still hovering in air.
Immediately, the writer fell to his knees," Please lend me three gold coins. I don't have enough money to pay for the food I ate."
Rose: "....First, get up darling." She said while trying to pull him up from the ground.
"Oh. yes.."
Amidst this chaotic exchange, Lakir was the only calm one, with a flick of his hand a small velvet bag appeared on the table.
"I enjoyed the lemonade, keep the change." He said as he got up and went outside.
Casually forgetting what he drank was honey water, not lemonade.
A moment later, Cece opened the small pouch and was shocked to see it filled with atleast fifty gold coins.
Cece gestured with his head. 'Must be nice, being rich.'
Rose shrugged, 'Hon, that person's really wierd.'
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In Silverwolf there were several inns.
Any family which had even slightly good expenses would open one and those who were dirt poor would simply work as servers or a guide.
Majority of the inns came into existence after Oak house became popular, and earned a hefty profit.
Ranging from three copper coins pernight to one silver coin, different inns offered different services and thus charged different prices.
However, it wasn't uncommon for people who blowed up all their money at Oak house, to end up on the streets for the night.
Even Cece could have ended up the same if it was not for the patronage of a certain deity.
Not only was he robbed in the mountains but almost killed due to the stupidity of a certain knight.
(Just thinking of his face made his blood boil.)
And as if that was not enough, all of his hard earned money was taken away by the one he expected to keep it safe.
Thinking back, Lux had always been like that..
Lux was born in Sliver wolf and her family of three, with her father working as a server, being the breadwinner and her mother looking after the house and domestic chores, just like any other family of the village was surviving paycheck to paycheck.
Her mother and father were people of low ambitions.
They only wished to live a happy and healthy life, to care of their only daughter, and earnestly prayed for her to receive good education and become successful in life.
But Lux was a bit on the wilder side.
Since young age she would carry daggers with herself and follow the soldiers stationed at the village, repeatedly saying she would become like them.
Infact, she was the one who handed him a dagger when they were kids.
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Silver wolf was the place Cece spent a lot of his days at.
As his overbearing father would come to this village which was closest to their home, to trade and buy basic necessities.
His father was a herbalist by profession, explaining his obsession with living in a place surrounded by nothing but trees and he was apparently not the best at it.
Everyone in the village already knew him as the 'Brewer from hell'. It was not that he was just bad at it, he could even be crowned as the devil, who brews medicine which makes a consumer ten times more sick than he previously was.
Other than consumable herbs, his other recipes sold okay. But those hardly earned them any money, leading to thier dire state.
Growing up, Tsisana was not even once starved. But food and clothes were all they had.
Not that he ever complained. But he wanted his father to have all the happiness of life....
'Anyways!', the writer thought. Abruptly putting a hault to his hurtful past.
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My father was always a bit anti-social. Though he was a kind man and everyone in the village adored everything about him(except his brews), they weren't exactly close to eachother.
Father seemed to like being alone and the village people were too considerate to cross the boundary.
Leading them to live a peaceful and undisturbed life.
Until they met eachother.
After meeting with Lux, my dad continuously persuaded me to become friends with her and once I did,I came to a realisation.
My father adored her and wanted me to become like her, while Lux's parents wished her to learn and study like me..
'Talk about a mess...'
Thus, the adults kept ushering us to play together to increase our influence on eachother, leading the two families meeting more often and getting closer to eachother.
This inevitably lead to the collapse of my father's ice image and other people would often surround him to make short talk.
Resulting in decease of the visits father paid to the village.
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